My answer to help Australia

So it has been a little quiet on my blogs for a little, I have been dealing with things.

In some of my last posts I have thanked people for helping so far with donating to help the Aussies, now with all that said and done I am also very pissed off with a lot of you out there, Yeah I really am and I do not give 2 hoots if I lose readers over it.

I have been reading peoples blogs about the fires in Australia and it is all the same, copy paste copy paste, all from the Aussie newspapers and blah that is all and I guess it is pissing me off, even in those blogs I have seen next to nothing about where you can go to donate, that has really pissed me off too but hey what can you do when you cant relate, mind you I can not relate to a tsunami or planes hitting building but I dug deep for it.

Maybe this is a lot closer to home then most of you because I know what it is like to fight fires, in the last "great fires" in Victoria in 83' I was 9 years old and I was there fighting it with my family, yeah it is eye opening running to the dam your grand father made getting muddy water to put out embers and taking cloths to dampen so you can shove them in guttering and air vents to prevent the house burning down. As my mother, grandmother, sisters and myself were doing that with cloths covering our faces because of the thick black smoke, our eyes stinging from the heat and smoke, the males of the family were out clearing land to make fire breakers. I remember after the fires where out in our area looking at what use to be a forest, the smoke coming off the trees for days, the cattle and wildlife that died, I remember writing with my finger on the windows of the house "We made it" the thick ash just fell off the windows as my finger touched it, that is how thick it was, our white car was no longer white. Months past and the world still seemed so black but then over time the new grasses grew, some trees recovered and there was green again. It took many months for wildlife to come back, I remember the silence after the fires, no birds singing, nothing flying over head just the crackle of the red embers eating at the trees still.

I have seen very few wanting to help Australia, well fuck you all, As helpless as I feel so far away and unable to a lot from here I am doing what I can even if it is $1, hell I will buy the cheaper bread and forget coca cola for a week.
This is my answer to helping Australia. ANZAC biscuits, usually made for ANZAC day (April 25) I am baking my fat arse off and all my friends are taking them to work with a little note attached and asking for donations. In many of my friends offices I am known as the Cookie Lady and they are always asking for me to make more, well here they come!